Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
Monday, January 6, 2014
An Exceptionally Cold Morning
It is -15 degrees F outside this morning, but the wind chill brings the real excitement: -42 F!
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